Twenty five years ago today I married my favorite person. I was 20 and he was 26 when we went on our first date, that night seems like yesterday . He made me laugh harder than anyone I’d ever met, and I felt so grown up dating such a witty-sexy-as-all-get-out “older man”. Three years later we married, then moved from Chicago to a small farm in Wisconsin to chase our dream of living in the country and becoming entrepreneurs. We started our first company from an unheated chicken coop, humble beginnings to say the least. For my 23rd birthday John gave me three pregnant ewes, our menagerie grew into a damn near zoo. Nine years later we gave birth to twin boys, then sixteen months later another son then five years later another son. Four remarkable young men. We’ve built homes and businesses… chased our dreams… followed our hearts. Never for a day have we lacked passion for the way we live… or for each other. We’ve gone through some wild twists and turns, have had misfortunes and triumphs galore. And the remarkable thing is, after all these crazy scrumptious years, I can still say I married my favorite person....and he still makes me laugh harder than anyone. I love you more than cake darling, thanks for asking me to be your girl . xxx
August 17, 2016 at 02:58PM
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